Escaflowne may not belong to me, but this poem does.
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[ Dilandau, Name of My Hate / by Flamer ]
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You were addictive as heroin
A drug so bitter that it was sweet
You are my enemy and my hero
Suave, immoral, beautiful and ugly
You were both a dream and nightmare
A child borne by elegance and shame.
Dark puddly eyes that stained every heart
Words so icy that it broke every soul
You have honored the room with style
But the room is cold when you enter it
You have mocked the world for stupidity
and you've praised it for its terrors.
Alone you stand so poised and perfect
but I can see your eyes in the darkness
Filled with nothing and everything
A heart so twisted that it's nothing really
Adore me, dance with me, lift me but don't touch me.
Send me to my knees, gorge me with fear
Hide me from the world, away from their eyes
Then fill me with unknown dread
Silence them with words and control their thoughts
Dilandau, this love and this hate that balances me.
You have made me bleed in mind, body and soul
You have sent deadly daggers into my heart
You have killed me in every way possible
But yet you stand there with dignity and pride
I refuse to go down without a fight
I won't die for you . . . but I'll die for my Hate.
Rest my soul and kill my sin
Where is my god?
Where is my life?
And where are you, Dilandau?
The name of my hate.
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